"Oliver said gently. The person he was addressing was a young girl with long hair, holding a book and sitting by the window. She was dressed in thin gauze, her expression so calm it bordered on indifference. She turned the pages absentmindedly, her attention not on the book at all. After a long pause, the young girl finally spoke: 'Why me? Why you?'
Oliver smiled, pointing to his head. 'Pen name: Ouro.' Then he pointed at the young girl before him. 'Pen name: Shiva.'
The young girl let out a breath. 'I expected someone much older... When did you figure out the information I left in the letters?'
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